for the rain it raineth every day
Stashing some of the Shakespeare quotes from my calendar here, so that I no longer have to stash them in my desk.
Thrice-crowned queen of night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from they pale sphere above.
As You Like It, III.ii.4-5
How like a winter has my absense been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
Sonnet XCVII 1
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
King Lear, I.iv.267
Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.
Antony and Cleopatra, II.vii.77-78
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The Winter's Tale, IV.ii.1
'Tis one thing to be tempted . . .
Another thing to fall.
Measure for Measure, II,i,20-21
By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rime,
and to be melancholy.
Love's Labour's Lost, IV.iii.3
O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo and Juliet, II.i.115-117
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will;
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
Pericles, Prince of Tyre, I.i.98-99
The course of true love never did run smooth.
A Midsummer-Night's Dream, I.i.139
I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of.
The Tempest, III.i.67-70
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together.
All's Well That Ends Well, IV.iii.29
Lear: Doest thou call me fool, boy?
Fool: All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with.
King Lear, I.iv.96-97
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour?
Much Ado About Nothing, II.iii.90
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second, II.iii.54
And this our life exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
As You Like It, II.i.17-19
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Love's Labour's Lost, I.i.109-111
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
The First Part of King Henry the Fourth, IV.i.111-112
Thrice-crowned queen of night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from they pale sphere above.
As You Like It, III.ii.4-5
How like a winter has my absense been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
Sonnet XCVII 1
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
King Lear, I.iv.267
Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more.
Antony and Cleopatra, II.vii.77-78
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The Winter's Tale, IV.ii.1
'Tis one thing to be tempted . . .
Another thing to fall.
Measure for Measure, II,i,20-21
By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rime,
and to be melancholy.
Love's Labour's Lost, IV.iii.3
O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo and Juliet, II.i.115-117
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will;
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
Pericles, Prince of Tyre, I.i.98-99
The course of true love never did run smooth.
A Midsummer-Night's Dream, I.i.139
I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of.
The Tempest, III.i.67-70
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together.
All's Well That Ends Well, IV.iii.29
Lear: Doest thou call me fool, boy?
Fool: All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with.
King Lear, I.iv.96-97
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour?
Much Ado About Nothing, II.iii.90
My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it.
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second, II.iii.54
And this our life exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
As You Like It, II.i.17-19
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Love's Labour's Lost, I.i.109-111
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
The First Part of King Henry the Fourth, IV.i.111-112